Everybody say... 1, 2, 3, EMO TIME!


It's gotten to the point where I find myself trying to sleep off the dreams of you. I've taken to you like water takes the shape of its beholder. Let's leave while we're still young enough to be forgotten. Let's start anew and build our city from the sky down. We'll explore all the things you shy away from. Let me paint your eyes another colour; I'll hold my hand so still, you won't even feel it. You want to close your mind and fall backwards and forget how to frown. You say you want something new; you've grown tired of the kind you were born into. Those moving, breathing, thinking beings about you, they can't be human, can they? Their voices and ideas are poison to your ears. The sounds from their mouths come forth in straight lines and wrap around your throat. They poke at your chest, trying to get inside, but they run from the light. One hand on your heart and the other in mine, we'll wrap ourselves in sunrise, in cold mornings, in content.